


Ripping Silk and Stumbling over Umbrellas, I Slept for Two Weeks but Dancing with You Makes Me Feel Alive

by Silverinia



Series: Prompt Fics and Requests [4]
Category: The Good Fight (TV), The Good Wife (TV)
Genre: Enthusiastic Consent, F/M, Love, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Prompt Fic, Smut, Tumblr Prompt, [finger guns], a taste of some plot at least, anyway, even if this sucks, i know y'all are gonna read it anyway because this ship borders on rarepair numbers of content, i mean i tried, i tricked you, this caused me half an existential crisis, though i think i failed, yeah i know
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-05-25
Updated: 2019-05-25
Packaged: 2020-03-14 16:02:35
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,241
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18951412
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Silverinia/pseuds/Silverinia
Summary: 2. "Moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed" (Fictional Kiss Prompts by @knifeofdaudwall), requested by anon.





	Ripping Silk and Stumbling over Umbrellas, I Slept for Two Weeks but Dancing with You Makes Me Feel Alive

**Author's Note:**

> Just FYI: This too felt too long to post it under my tumblr prompt collection, so here we are ._.
> 
> HahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaLOL I'm not good at writing smut.
> 
> What is this tagging-box-thingy? What is this author's note? What am I??
> 
> But the anon asked so kindly.
> 
> But I don't wanna disappoint.
> 
> But I've wasted way too many hours of my life just staring at this one single water metaphor and I can't anymore.
> 
> Fuck me up. Posting this is a freaking rollercoaster.
> 
> I hate everything.
> 
> Enjoy.
> 
> (Shout-out to @dianefuckinglockhart for the neverending trust in my abilities, when I'm sitting here, laughing over the joke of my entire being. Gurl, I don't know what I'm doing. But you're a darling.)
> 
> (Reference to episode 3x01 'The One About the Recent Troubles' and/or 3x10 'The One About the End of the World', TGF)

Her front teeth caught her bottom lip, pulling it into her mouth and boring into it until she tasted the copper of her own blood in her attempt to keep her eyes from rolling back into her head. His soft lips, the feeling of his wet and warm tongue tracing over the sensitive skin behind her earlobe almost caused her high-heeled foot to press down sharply on the accelerator.  
  
His hot breathing caused a shiver to run through her body and she swallowed hard when his fingers roughly grabbed her right, nylon-covered thigh, exposed beneath her hiked up skirt in her seating position.  
  
"Drive faster.", her groaned lowly against her flesh and her teeth lost their hold on her lip as a deep exhale escaped her.  
  
"No.", she breathed out heavily, her fingertips pressing hard into the leather of the steering wheel, the skin around her red manicure taking on a pale, rosy white shade while his strong fingers wandered further up her thigh, toying with the lacy rim of her stockings beneath the thick fabric of her skirt.  
  
His lips wandered around to her earlobe, pulling it into his mouth. His tongue on her skin, the soft clicking of her earring against his teeth as he nibbled sexily on it and the way his scratchy skin teased her throat...  
  
A small whimper escaped her and she could practically feel him smirking in satisfaction over the sound of it, his fingers digging harder into the inside of her thigh.  
  
"Drive faster.", he repeated, slowly and insistently, urging force in every spoken syllable of his voice, in the way he always at the same time both intrigued her to follow his requests and challenged her to do the opposite in her stubborn mind that had always been a turn-on for him, like so many other things about her. Everything that she did, everything that made her _her_.  
  
"No.", she sighed as the tip of his index finger dipped beneath the lace of her thigh-high, playfully tugging on the rough fabric, teasing the soft skin he found there. "I don't wanna risk a speeding ticket."  
  
A low, mocking chuckle escaped him at that, her earlobe snapping out of the grasp of his teeth as they parted to release the sound into her ear, his hot breathing warming her in the most inappropriate way. "That's not a good argument.", he growled before his head dipped down, his lips beginning to attack her throat in lust-driven movements.  
  
A breathy moan slipped out between her parted lips as she tried--more or less successfully--to keep her eyes on the road. He answered by suddenly releasing the tight elastic of her stockings and letting it snap audibly back against her skin, a sharp wave of pain and arousal rushing through her body and almost causing her to pull the steering wheel harshly aside and drive the Cadillac into a blooming, lilac cherry blossom tree on the sideline.  
  
She swallowed again, shaking her head to try and regain her grip. "It is.", she insisted, her voice a little more steady again than before. "Since I can't even make you pay for it anymore."  
  
A husky breath of amusement escaped him against her soft flesh in between his open-mouthed acts of torture on it, before he leaned up to try and look at her while she stoically kept her eyes on the road, the visible tension in her jaw showing him what great strength it took for her to do that.  
  
"I think you could come up with some way to make me... _pay_." He drew out that last word, dark and sexy and almost making her already flushed cheeks blush while his fingers beneath her skirt moved further up on her thigh, his eyes captivated by her expression in search for her reaction, waiting for the right moment for his next move.  
  
Her crimson red lips parted slowly, the tip of her tongue distractingly rolled over the stunningly full flesh of her soft bottom lip. Her small quirks and mannerisms, the things she did unconsciously, she was impossible to resist without even noticing it herself, which somehow only served to make her even more enchanting.  
  
She was like an always working performance artist, everything she did always looked graceful, skilful, elaborate and effortlessly artistic. She was a painting that had come to life, a moving statue. Her being a work of art he would never tire of watching.  
  
Her tongue slid back into her mouth and she was on the verge of voicing another disagreement when he moved his fingers up to press them roughly against the fabric of her panties, aiming for her clit and finding the silk fabric already damp beneath his touch. The prove of her arousal, hidden only for the two of them to know of and yet so obvious once uncovered, it caused his erection to twitch against the restraint of his washed out jeans.  
  
He felt himself continuing to harden while he watched her. One of her brows twitched at his first initial touch, the words she'd been just about to say were caught in her throat and evaporated there until all she could do was release a breathy moan from deep within her. Her chest was rising and falling in broad, uneven movements, in the affected rhythm of her small gasps for air.  
  
The corner of his lips twitched aside and he began to move his fingers, circling motions over her that caused her breathing to hitch audibly. The speed of the car shifted slightly as her right knee moved aside, the gap between her thighs widening beneath his touch against all better judgement.  
  
"Kurt-", she gasped, her arms tensing from the strain of having to keep up the impossible task of driving while his fingers worked on her, her body rewarding him as another coat of wetness soaked her already damp panties.  
  
A groan escaped him and he closed his eyes, leaning in to plant a series of kisses beneath her jawline, his tongue dipping out here and there to get a taste of her skin.  
"Drive faster.", he whispered seductively, his raw voice affected by his arousal, muffled by her skin against his lips.  
  
She swallowed, the momentary tension in her throat increasing over the feeling of his tongue lining an invisible path on her throat and she nodded, pressing the pointed tip of her heel more firmly into the accelerator.

* * *

  
His travel bag landed on the polished wooden floor with a dull clunk, soon followed by the sharp contrast of the jangle of her keys falling down a few feet aside from it as he shoved her loudly against the heavy oak front door of their brownstone the second she'd closed it behind her.  
  
"Kur-", she began, only to be cut off as his lips crashed against hers in an open-mouthed kiss. His body pressed into hers, the feeling of his hips pushing wantonly into hers, letting her feel his hard and tense erection through several layers of clothing, causing her to groan deeply into him.  
  
One of his arms slung around her slim waist and her back arched away from the cool wood of the door as he pulled her middle closer to him. She let go off her purse, let it fall to the floor before she wrapped her arms around his neck, one of her hands landing on the back of his head to let her fingers slide through his hair until they settled on his cheek, cupping it lovingly in a way that made his heart pound viciously against her flushed chest.  
  
A soft whimper escaped her at the feeling of his tongue tangling boisterously with hers. She'd missed the taste of him so badly. It had only been two weeks, nothing compared to the long periods of time they'd used to spend apart from each other once. But it was different now, things had changed, _they_ had changed and so had their relationship, their marriage and their approach of it. They really made time for each other now, had sorted out their priorities together until they'd settled on making them and what they had the highest priority of all, once they had realized that nothing mattered more than this.  
  
Kurt's free arm curved around her shoulder, tensing and almost lifting her up and into him as he did. Rough and gentle at the same time, both passionate and caring, his touch had always combined the contradictory facades of it all to create and wash her in the most perfect feeling.  
  
Their lips and tongues parted as she pulled away, her forehead dipping to rest against his as they panted in the same, heated rhythm, the air between them hot and rich with tense passion. "Bedroom?", she breathed out heavily, casting up her blue eyes simultaneously with his green to lock with them. His eyes were dark, the fir green almost black with desire, the look that met her in them making her squirm between him and the door.  
  
He answered wordlessly, catching her off-guard as his lips crashed against hers again for a deep kiss, their teeth clinking hungrily against each other in search for the other's tongue. With his strong arms, he guided her blindly around, away from the door and into the direction of the other end of the hallway, her long legs knocking the umbrella stand in the corner over on their way with a relatively loud crash that startled her.  
  
She had always been fussy about neatness, very specific in her overly tidy ways. Her eyes fluttered open and she attempted to break the embrace of their mouths and turn her head to look at the umbrellas that they had knocked out of the stand, but before she could, his hand wandered from his tight grip on her shoulder to the back of her head to keep her lips where they were. She whimpered against him, lust and protest combining in the sound, her eyes rolling to the back of her skull as his tongue ran over the roof of her mouth and her fingers curled into a fist, digging into his flannel shirt and scrunching the rough cotton material up on his shoulder blade.  
  
Kurt stepped forward, groaning as her front teeth caught his bottom lip and scraped over it in the way they so often did with her own. Her tongue slid over his flesh and the unexpected sensation caused him to stumble aside and push her against the dark, wooden cupboard next to them. She gasped and for a moment, he wasn't sure if it was her surprise or if he had caused her some kind of pain, but then his eyes shot open and from the corner, he saw the porcelain vase of white lilies and yellow roses shaking dangerously on the edge of the top of the cupboard. His hand shot away from her waist and he reached out to grasp the rim of the vase, just in time before it would have fallen off of it and shattered into countless little pieces on the floor.  
  
A few splashes of water were spilled in the process and once he had secured the vase, he deepened the kiss again before Diane had the chance to take note of it, avoiding the risk that she'd put an end to what was about to come, to what he'd been craving for the entirety of the last two weeks.  
  
He scooped her up in a swift movement and a high sound of surprise, something between a gasp and a whimper escaped her into him as his strong, warm hands grabbed the back of her thighs, landing on the patch of bare, pale skin between the rim of her stockings and the damp silk of her panties and pulled her up, before he moved to step further down the hallway while she clung to him tightly.  
  
The grip of her arms around his neck strengthened while she intensified their kiss in the new angle he'd given her, her ankles locking on his lower back. Kicking off her heels, one of her hands pressed more firmly into his shoulder before the other one left its place to wander down on his chest between them until it reached the metal buckle of his belt.  
  
They passed the doorway to their bedroom when a deep, dark groan of his slipped into her mouth and she grinned while her nails continued to teasingly scrape over the bulge in his jeans, feeling his hard length twitching against her touch in reply, a rewarding shudder running through his hips beneath hers.  
  
Before she could get a better grip on him and end up causing them to lose their balance and fall, they reached the bed and Kurt lowered her gently on the soft silk sheets. He broke their kiss and rose his head to shoot her a dark look. "You play dirty, Mrs. McVeigh.", he growled, his voice throaty with arousal and Diane squirmed beneath him.  
  
The way he looked at her, the manner in which his hands were placed next to her head, framing her, trapping her in the most delicious snare she could have imagined, his dark voice and the feeling of his erection pressing against her core beneath her hiked up skirt, topped off with the use of her married name... He knew exactly how to get to her, knew how to spur her further on, had long ago found his specific mechanisms to bring his ways of causing her to experience this overarching, tingling warmth that rushed into her lower abdomen and took over her entire presence, to perfection.  
  
She had a few weaknesses, like every person did, and he was by far the greatest one of all of them, not to mention strangely the only one of them she was proud to have. She had always been scared of being weak, had always feared her own vulnerability so much that it was still odd for her from time to time to feel how easily she was able to let herself give into him by now. Now, that she had found happiness and fulfilment in letting go of her need to be in control with him. Now, that she had allowed herself to trust him enough to love him like she did.  
  
Now, that she was casting him a breathless, open-lipped smirk, the sweet, innocent way in which her fingers wandered around on the invisible path from his face into his hair and back again contradicting the vehement way in which her long legs around his lower back pulled his hips needily into her own, seeking out more of the contact that had her lying dripping wet beneath him under his intense gaze.  
  
"I learned from the best.", she shot back lowly, her voice thick and rich and making him swallow deeply. "That was payback for the car ride. Now we're even."  
  
Her heart fluttered at the sound of his light laughter, her thumb brushing lovingly over his rough cheek as she smiled at the look of his amusement. He was so handsome, truly beautiful in the honest meaning of the word and sometimes she couldn't quite grasp that he was even real. It almost seemed too good to be true, he almost seemed too perfect to be a part of her reality, a part of her flawed world.  
  
"What, are we keeping track now?", he asked, still chuckling and her lips parted in a toothy grin.  
  
"I've always kept track. I'm a lawyer, remember?"  
  
He shot her another smile before he dipped his head and let his lips lock with hers. They moved together, her letting him lead their dance, more slowly and seemingly even deeper this time than prior, while he unzipped her skirt and she began to undo the buttons of his flannel shirt. Her legs shifted from around him between them to let him pull the expensive, black leather piece off of her and toss it aside before he changed the position of his arms so she could shrug his shirt down and away, revealing his bare chest for her to scrape her nails teasingly over it.  
  
His fingers brushed the loose front bits of her hair out of her face before they slipped between the silk sheets and the back of her head to pull her closer into their kiss, while his other hand dipped beneath her blouse on her abdomen, stilling a bit of his longing for the feeling of her soft skin beneath his. Rough, warm fingers, widely spread apart to cover the greater part of her flesh with his big hand, the need and the slight possessiveness in the move caused her to moan, the sound muffled by his lips and tongue.  
  
Her right leg slung around his lower back again, her need to pull him closer too great, too enticing to resist and her other knee brushed slowly over the bulge in his pants, pulling a deep groan from him, before her fingers wandered further down over his bare skin, the edges of her nails teasingly catching his hair before she loosened his belt and unzipped his pants in a practised movement, her slim digits blindly and less successfully attempting to pull them down over his hips.  
  
A small chuckle escaped him against her lips before he broke their kiss to smile down at her. "Why so eager?", he asked, his fingers beneath her blouse wandering up to cup her breast through lacy silk underwear.  
  
Humming at the feeling, she shot him a wicked smirk. "That's what you get for going off to DC for two whole weeks.", she said, shooting him a playful pout and causing the corner of his lips to arch up beneath his moustache. His eyes, dark and warm, intense and familiar, were nothing short of hypnotising in the way they held her gaze. The genuine smile he cast her reached them, his trademark honesty visible in all his features, telling her silently of his happiness, of his love for her that made her heart pound wildly against his palm on her breast.  
  
She brought her fingers up from the loops of his old blue jeans, buried them in the feeling of his hair as her thumb stroked lovingly over the thin, sensitive skin beneath the outer corner of one of the telling, green orbs, beaming like a silly little idiot as she just kept on looking at him, knowing that she could spend hours, days, years, an eternity if the viciousness of time would allow her to, watching him, their eyes locking in this one certain way that had only ever been their's, washed in this certain feeling of bliss and pure, infinite happiness.  
  
Loosing herself in his eyes, she didn't have the time to even try to let her fuzzy mind process the swift movement of his fingers as they left their place of rest on her breast above her heart and moved down over the smooth skin of her abdomen, until they slipped beneath the silk of her panties, the tip of his thumb unerringly landing on her clit, putting sudden pressure on it that took her breath away.  
  
She gathered her strength to resist the urge of letting her eyes flutter closed at the sudden wave of pleasure that crashed through her body with the force of a tsunami, wanting, needing to watch his face as he watched the effect of his touch coming to life on hers. Her head sunk back into the safety of his hand beneath it as her lips parted to let out a gasp, her breathing hitching again when she saw his brow furrowing from the effect that her response to his touch had on him.  
  
His hand worked against the tight restraint of her panties, the back of it stretching the material to a dangerous point while the movements of his finger on the swollen, sensitive nub soaked the fabric beneath it. Her slim digits curled into fists, pulling on his hair as her leg tensed around his hip, a deep, breathy moan slipping out between her lips that spurred him on to quicken his movements. His hand shifted before two of his long fingers began to tease her dripping entrance, seemingly catching the droplets of wetness, caused by the motions of his thumb, by the look in his eyes and the knowledge of his erection hidden behind the fabric of his jeans, drawing tiny little strokes over the slick flesh around it and making her whimper in desperation.  
  
"Kurt, please.", she cried out, her begging followed by an almost pitiful, high moan, as her calf dug into his bare back, her other leg pressing into the mattress beneath her, pushing her hips up into his hand in her demand, her need of fulfilment.  
  
He huffed out a deep exhale that had been meant as a breath of amusement but came out mimicking a grunt in the face of his evergrowing arousal. This woman, his wife, the way she looked, the way she felt and the heavenly sounds that escaped her through those beautiful, red lips... He wouldn't even need her to touch him to come right there, if only he'd let himself, if only her pleasure, her needs didn't mean so impossibly much more to him than his own.  
  
His thumb dug a little deeper into her clit and Diane shrieked, in frustration, in lust, neither of them really knew, nor were they in any position that would allow them to ponder on it. Her hips arched up again, a little more clumsy and less precisely this time as she blindly aimed for his fingers, her hands beginning to almost painfully cling to his hair. Kurt dipped his head down to cover her parted lips with his, teasing her in the most sinful way for another moment of his tongue curling against hers, before he pulled away again to watch her as he thrust his fingers deep and easily into her core, curling them into her to pull a loud scream of delight from her.  
  
Her eyes fell closed, the overwhelming pleasure defeating her will to keep on looking at him, unaware of the way his hard erection was pressing painfully against his pants at the sight of her, unable to know of the great power she had over his body and his control.  
  
It was almost absurd, like nothing either of them had ever experienced before they'd met all of those years ago, before their bond had started to become what it was today. She was gifting him with the honour of being in control, something she'd had to learn on their long journey together. Emotionally, sexually, so much of the trust she had in him mirrored in this privilege of which both of them knew that she would grant no one else with it. On the outside, it always looked like she was giving in to him, like she was letting herself be at his mercy, as though she was devoting herself to him in this way. He didn't know if this was the way she thought of it too, didn't know if this was the way she felt when they were doing this together.  
  
But he hoped that she didn't. He hoped that she knew that if she would ever drown in the relief of letting go, of pleasure and of bliss and of love and happiness, that he would always follow her underneath the surface of the water. He hoped that she knew that she, even or especially when she was handing him control, letting herself let go under his lead, that she still held this power of her own over him. That he was letting her in by taking the lead just as much as she was letting him in by giving it up. That she would always be holding this great kind of power, power to use his vulnerability against him, just like he was holding the one over hers.  
  
He hoped so dearly that she knew this. Because he would never be able to voice it if he tried.  
  
And though he would never ask, given that he would never dare to risk knowing that she didn't by asking her about it, she knew. She did know without having to tell him that, also knowing of his pride and the value he put in it and loving him far too much to openly tell him that she knew of this insecurity of his. Loved him so much that the silent ways in which she assured him of it were enough.  
  
"Harder!", she gasped out in between two high moans, her heel digging into his side as his thumb slipped out from beneath her head to brush lovingly over the soft skin of her cheek. He picked up the pace of his fingers thrusting into her wetness, careful to let his fingertips curl up against her g-spot to pull those entrancing sounds, breathless moans and high shrieks, out of her, the validation she granted him for his touch making the blood in his veins rush impossibly faster in the increasing pace of his heartbeat.  
  
Her eyes fluttered open, her hands wandering down his neck to grip his shoulders, holding onto him for dear life as she felt herself drifting closer to the edge, to her peak, her release.  
  
"Yes, don't stop!", she cried out as her back arched up, her hips leaving the mattress and letting his long fingers reach a deeper angle within her as she pulled herself up with her leg around his back. The strain on the sleek silk of her panties became too much and it snapped audibly on her left hipbone, flicking aside in a sudden wave of pain as it slapped against her other thigh. She gasped, but could hardly care about it before his hands started to seize the perks of the loss of confinement.  
  
Kurt's lips curled up in a smile, his eyes locked with hers as he found his delight in every passing second of watching her, perfectly cringed up facial features expressing the way she felt in a manner that not even his eloquent and articulate, wonderful wife ever could with words. She looked the way she made him feel, it was almost like looking into a mirror that reflected an insight into his dearest and deepest emotions.  
  
Almost. She was much too beautiful to really do this accurately, was so much more of everything that was good and pure than he would ever be.  
  
"You're close.", he observed in a low growl, watching her lips parting more widely in a silent gasp as his fingers kept on nearing the verge of robbing her of her sight with every deep thrust.  
  
"Yes!", she eventually managed to yelp out in confirmation as Kurt moved his thumb over her clit more quickly, digging deeper into it while he began to feel her tight, slick walls clenching around his fast-paced fingers, like small shocks of electricity aiming for his skin.  
  
He pulled his hand out from underneath her head, brushed the back of his fingers softly over her cheek in adoration, contrasting the way in which the ones of his other hand were pounding into her heat, pulling moan after moan, dissolving into shrieks, from her. He pressed his palm into the mattress next to her head, bracing himself so he could hold himself upright before he placed a hot, wet kiss on her lips.  
  
Nasal whimpers and muffled shrieks, her voice always had its way of sounding so deeply misplaced in a simple and sorry world like the one they lived in in its aesthetic sound. Their tongues swirled around each other before he sucked on her swollen bottom lip while he felt her nails digging impossibly deeper into his back.  
  
"I love you.", he whispered into her lips before he felt her thighs beginning to shake as they burned from the tension of her release that was so close that he could taste it on her tongue. He broke the lock of their lips to watch her as he thrust his fingers deep within her to hold them there, curling them up against the spot that made her see stars again and again, until her eyes had fluttered closed again, the light weight of her jerking body curving solely into his touch as he watched his wife evaporating into the impersonation of pleasure, loud and guttural screams ebbing out of her as she rode out her high on him.  
  
Her hips shifted back and forth in uncontrolled movements, a sequence of seeking for a prolonging of this feeling and shying away from him as though she kept on burning herself in the excessive stimulation.  
  
A long, deep moan of finality echoed through the house before her leg slowly slipped off of his back and her hips collided with the mattress again. His hand moved with her, her walls still clenching violently around his digits in the uneven pace of her uncontrolled, heavy panting. He curled them up every now and then in his need to watch the way her lips parted more widely in her wordless response, until one of her hands left his shoulder and curled around his joint. Her touch was weak, less firm than she'd meant it to be but all that she could manage right now.  
  
"Stop.", she exhaled heavily, her eyes still pressed shut, tiny wrinkles momentarily dancing around them when he let her guide his fingers out of her core, the little friction even too much on her sensitive flesh that kept on clenching around frustrating vacancy once he was gone.  
  
She let go of his hand and dropped her own inertly on the mattress, tried to ease her breathing for another moment before she let her eyes flutter open again. The achromatism of nothingness that always accompanied closing one's eyes, slowly shifted as the colours returned into her sight, revealing her wonderful husband, leaning above her, removing his fingers from his mouth before he returned her smile.  
  
Lazily, she lifted her arm and placed her hand on the back of his head, softly guiding him down to her to press a slow, longing kiss on his lips. She could taste herself on his tongue, on his lips. There was something sexy about it but she would choose the true taste of his over her own any time.  
  
Their eyes locked when their kiss came to an end, bright blue and dark green, communicating wordlessly in a language of their own until she softly disrupted the silence.  
  
"You ripped my underwear again."  
  
His smile transformed into a wicked grin. He was so attractive, it was going to be the death of her.  
  
"Wasn't on purpose this time.", he said lowly and she huffed out a breath of amusement before she looked at him in silence again.  
  
"I'm happy.", she sighed eventually and he began to laugh.  
  
"I'm getting there.", he shot back and her eyes left his for a moment to look at the broad bulge in his jeans. She chuckled as she looked back at him.  
  
"God, I missed you."  
  
Kurt smiled. "I missed you, too."  
  
"Give me one minute, okay sweetheart?"  
  
"And then what?"  
  
Biting her lip, she shot him a seductive smile. "Then I'll show you just how much I've missed you."


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